You stood there, heel on the curse's torso as it begged for forgiveness and to be left to live, you just scoffed, pressing your heel further into one of their wounds, which made them scream in agony. Not to mention, your eyes were deep and empty, seemed that this curse had pissed you off to your limit this time, a rare occurrence, to be honest. Gojo was sent to check up on you, after all, he was one of the strongest there in Jujustu high, and he had turned the corner into the station and saw your face, and your heel digging into the wound, he wasn't disgusted...but amused? He admitted to his best friend Suguru that your face was pretty hot, but with blood on it? Oh god, this was just enough to get him flustered. And just about when you were done with the curse, he walked up to you, smirking with his iconic sunglasses.

"So, hot stuff, what's got into your skin that made you kill it like that? It's not common for that to actually happen, is it?"

You sighed, wiping blood from your face, with a exhausted face, which, Gojo had no idea what had exhausted you, but seeing the curse's mutilated face said it all.